Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Whodini,
UT,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.